Explanation(s)

Author Notes: I know, I'm evil aren't I? I'll try not to make another cliffie, but I'm not promising anything. Well, this seems to be my best story yet. Cool! *WHY are you jumping on the desk singing 'Everywhere'?* Ahem, uh, hope ya like.

Summary: *Let me read the page…AAAHH! You're gonna like this! Biggest hint possible: Remember when it said she went to her closet, and then… This'll be toooo good.

Disclaimer: Nick, Viacom, and Mr. Bartlett own the cartoon of which we speak of. Hey, does it look like we can draw? ~Trys to draw a tree but ends up like a rabid dog~ There, ya see?   

Quote Of the Chappie: "We're tough, we're mean. Darn it, we're carbon-based life-forms!"    Jimmy: J. N.: Boy Genius

Inside of the closet there was a ladder. Helga had moved the love-shrine made in Arnold's likeness up to the attic, since Miriam kept throwing them away and she had to keep making new ones with fruit. She had made this new one by placing the head of her old one on top of a large, standing stuffed bear.

"Oh, Arnold!" she said. "I'm so happy that I've finally told you and discussed it with you! Now that I've told you and see how well you can understand my emotions, my deep desire for you has grown even more! The only doubt I have is how you feel for me. Also the fact that you may not be able to keep a secret Gerald, and that I'll probably yell it on the PA tomorrow if I could. But that's not the point…"

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Arnold walked out of the bathroom and retraced his steps to Helga's room. He had just looked at his digital synchronized watch, and noticed that even if he left now, he'd still miss out on dinner. Well, it was watermelon, and that didn't really fill him up anyway. He'd call his grandfather and tell him he'd be at least a little late.

He walked into her room, but found it empty. He looked around and saw little pink books all over the desks. He knew there had to be a reason why a big 'bully' would were pink all the time, and now he knew. As he looked around, he saw the closet door open and an unfolded ladder. Her walked in there and found a trap door. He reached his hand up to open it…

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Helga heard a creak behind her. She turned around and saw the trapdoor open just a bit. He's learned a lot, and too much. There isn't any way that he's gonna see this! She ran to the door and shut it closed. But maybe it was a little to hard.

"Hey!" yelped Arnold after He;ga heard a thud. "What's going on up there?"

"Sorry, Footba-I mean, Arnold," she said hurriedly. "My, uh, my, dad, yeah, he won't let anyone up here but the family. I'll just go back down there and…" She opened the door just a bit and waited for Arnold to get down. To bad that she lost her balance and fell on him.

"Ow!" "Oof!" They landed in a heap at the bottom of the ladder. Helga's face landed in Arnold's hair, which, you could say, she liked, and Arnold almost had white shoe for dinner.

"Sorry," said Helga as she sat up. Arnold was looking at her weird. "What?"

"Why do you have a blue cape on and paint under your eyes?"

Helga's eyes widened as she zoomed back up the ladder. Unknown to Helga, Arnold followed this time.

When she was up she reached for a wet towelette and wiped of the paint, mumbling to herself. Then suddenly, she heard a bigger thud. That's when she remembered that Arnold right there by the ladder when she went up.

She turned around to see an unconscious Arnold on the floor of the attic.

I changed what it would have been slightly. *But it was better than him just figuring out, huh?* shut up. Well, I don't think this is a cliffie, but you be the judge. *Score: 10, for Curly fana-* Quiet! ~ A thud, then a Smile~ Thank you! *Uh, oh, ow*

~~Briana LFBH~~ *+ ^^Phebga^^*